The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Voldemort did not expect that the conversation that was going on would be interrupted by a mysterious man who suddenly appeared.

Not only that, the positions of both parties in the conversation even reversed!

Being defeated by his men in front of a lowly Mudblood was undoubtedly a shame for Voldemort. He wished he could tear the two men in front of him into pieces.

But Voldemort's mind was still clear. Judging from the force of the kick just now, he could tell that he would definitely not be able to defeat the man in front of him in a physical fight. He had thought about whether he should just Apparate away from here, but his wand was still in the other person's palm.

Not to mention how he would get his wand back if he really ran away. With his current unstable magic power, it would be very dangerous to rashly use wandless Apparition.

Voldemort endured the severe pain and climbed up from the ground. He felt that one of his ribs might have been broken by the man.

He forced himself to sit back in the chair, ignoring Charles' words, but staring at Sebastian with his dark red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

"I am Sebastian Michaelis." The man placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly. "I am just an ordinary butler of the young master."

"Heh." Voldemort curled his lips coldly. He had been in the wizarding world for so many years, and no one except Dumbledore, the old fox, had ever made him suffer such a big loss.

An ordinary deacon?

Even Peeves in Hogwarts wouldn't believe such words!

"Become my subordinate, and I will give you everything you want. You can get more from me than he can give you." Voldemort raised his hand and pointed at Ciel across from him. "It doesn't matter if it's money, power or beauty."

"Look, everything can be discussed."

"I'm sorry," Voldemort's words were interrupted by Sebastian, who said in an extremely firm tone: "I believe that there is nothing more precious in the world than the reward that the young master pays me."

"Money? Power? Beauty? I am not interested in those crude human products."

Voldemort did not change his mind immediately after being rejected. In his eyes, this man who called himself a butler was like a ferocious and brutal beast who should stand beside the Dark Lord and expand his territory for him.

Instead of sheathing his claws, concealing his edge, and following behind a mudblood in a sullen manner.

Ciel didn't take Voldemort's obvious contemptuous attitude to heart at all. He just tilted his head and asked softly, "Does Voldemort want to continue with the previous question?"

"If you don't want to, then please leave as soon as possible. It's getting late and I should go to bed."

"Talk, of course." If Voldemort was just trying to make things difficult for Ciel at first, now he began to think that maybe the boy in front of him could really bring back what he needed.

If things go smoothly, it is not impossible to take this mudblood as an apprentice.

He must feel honored to be the Dark Lord's apprentice.

Voldemort thought so and said so.

"Two requests. First, prepare what I need. Second, send me the butler behind you." Voldemort still had a condescending attitude. "As long as you do these two things, I will hold a banquet for you and formally accept you as an apprentice."

Ciel was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing. His laughter became louder and louder, and Voldemort's expression became uglier and uglier.

After a while, Charles stopped, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and apologized insincerely: "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Mr. Voldemort, haven't you negotiated with anyone in a long time?"

This is a fact. Ever since Voldemort became the Dark Lord, he has long been accustomed to having the final say and giving orders to his subordinates. Negotiation? Submission? Those things have long been thrown out of his mind along with the sufferings of his youth.

"Mr. Voldemort, I hope you can face the reality. Now, you are begging me to do something." There was a coldness in the boy's deep blue eyes. Where was the smile?

"We can discuss the first one. As for the second one," Charles' eyes seemed to casually pass over the smiling demon behind him, "it all depends on Sebastian's own wishes."

This demon couldn't be kidnapped so easily. Charles had great confidence in him.

Voldemort choked at his harsh words, and became instantly angry.

This filthy and despicable Mudblood, how dare he, how dare he speak to the Dark Lord like that!

He must punish him! He must let him know the consequences of offending the Dark Lord!

Voldemort could hardly wait to see the boy writhing on the ground begging for mercy and crying.

Sticky malice rolled in the dark red eyes, and the corners of Voldemort's lips moved slightly, and a silent and wandless evil curse rushed towards the unsuspecting boy.

Then, under Voldemort's expectant gaze, the curse was blocked by the man in black with a wave of his hand. His movement was extremely light, just a slight wave of his hand, no different from swatting a fly.

Voldemort's heart was shaken so much that he almost stood up in shock.

Who is this man!

How could he not react at all after being hit by his own spell!

Like a prey being targeted by a ferocious predator, Voldemort felt a long-lost chill run down his spine.

"As I said before, the young master is very fragile. Please control your words and actions." Sebastian raised an index finger to his lips, and the corners of his mouth slightly cracked to reveal pale and sharp canine teeth. His voice was still gentle and polite, but it was full of threats.

"If the young master got hurt in front of me, I would be very distressed."

"If I do something impolite, it will be bad for everyone, don't you think?"

"...Yes." Voldemort's neatly trimmed nails dug deep into his palms. He took a deep note of the master and servant in his heart, but still responded with a frustrated look on his face.

"Well, Mr. Voldemort, tell me your price." Ciel ignored the verbal battle between the two. He just wanted to know what Voldemort wanted and what he could get from this deal.